In-Between The Grain

The paper Is sticking to the edges It's said.The song creates quivers for the emotion.Then sends shivers through the limbs.The self absorbing senses dig into the skinAnd resourcefully answer the detrimental Question.Start new reasoning And go forth to the beginning Do not deny their simplest reply’s.Do unto us as If the melting sky were falling into A recognizable Dye.They can do without the eating sand’s of time.Can you?They wish to give into the talented wand waving one’s hand.Do you?The unstoppable rains of hypocritical blame.. Are on their way...